Johnathon Love's Extravagant Equation page nine
	Then…then, slowly, gradually, reluctantly, pieces of The Equation’s purpose began falling into place and the bottom began dropping out.  When John had created The Equation, he knew what he would do.  This was what Teasing was referring to when he spoke of, the ideal.  Everyone knew what John would do.  John is Love, so of course John would do it.  But, from John’s perspective, what he would be required to do was now next to unthinkable.  No, it was a full light-year on the far side of unthinkable. John’s creation was in desperate need of a close, intimate, Love.  Every single person needed to be understood and accepted; Loved.  Every single person needed John.  For each of them to have Love in their life; to be able to understand and accept; so that each person could Love their Self and others, John would have to become a part of each of them.  But, as a part of each one of them, he would also share their total life experience.  He would experience their joy, but also their rejection, their despair and their sorrow.  John would experience their pleasures, but he would also experience their agony; their isolation and their pain.  He would experience their ecstasy, but also their fears and their terrors, and on down the line.  His experience would not be observing from a safe distance; from a plush idealistic ivory tower.  There would be no need to empathize because each individual’s experience, every aspect of their experience, all of it, would be his. When John created The Equation, not having actually experienced life as his creation experienced life, there was naturally a lack of intimate understanding regarding the obvious Loving response.  Having now experienced life as his creatures experience life, John’s decision was flush with comprehension, a terrifying sense of dynamic understanding.  John would have to willingly return to the place he had just escaped.  For Love to have substance, and not remain an elusive trivial ideal, Love must return.  John must return.                                                                            VI. Teasing was walking across campus when he noticed Manuscript coming his way. “Hey, Man,” Teasing called, “Have you seen John?  I haven’t seen him for, gosh, since I can remember.” Manuscript smiled his slow smile.  “You haven’t heard, then.  Take a walk over to John’s forest.  I think you’ll like it.  It has, well; you could say it has substance.”  Manuscript chuckled warmly and then settled into an uncontainable, broad grin. Teasing did just that, and he did smile warmly as he strode through John’s forest.  There were billions of little creatures, about as tall as Teasing’s knees, having one humongous picnic, and it was very obvious each of them had a little bit of John tucked securely inside.  And it was good.  It was so very good.
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